The story of a city girl and a country boy begins in 2010.
We met in Dr. Jackson's morning graphics class. One year passes and we were finally able to call each other “ours.” In May, we both graduated college. With nowhere else to go, we both returned to our hometowns - mine, a suburb of Salt Lake City. Population: 51,377. Closest shopping mall: 3.9 miles.
For him, home is a place he refers to as “God’s Country” but is more commonly known as Roosevelt, Utah. Population: 6,106. Closest shopping mall: 124.8 miles.
Despite coming from two completely different backgrounds, we got along perfectly. Travelling 2.5 hours every other weekend to spend time together was our only option, and we did it for nine long and lonely months.
The plan was always to end up in the same place, it was just a matter of WHERE. After a very confusing inner battle with myself, I decided that I didn’t care where I lived; I just knew I wanted to be with him…which leads me to the reason for this blog…
One week ago, I accepted a job offer in this so-called “God’s Country,” and will be moving in exactly 26 days. To date, this is both the scariest and most exciting thing I have ever done. I am full of mixed emotions and can say that I am completely uncertain of what to expect. Well, that’s not completely true. I expect to spend weekends hunting or fishing instead of shopping or eating out. I expect to see more camo gear than department store clothing on a daily basis. I expect to regularly drive passed someone I know on the way home from work instead of getting stuck in rush hour traffic.
Knowing that my life is about to DRASTICALLY change, the next few months are sure to be a learning experience.
I wanted to share the journey of my new life: city-raised, country-coached.
